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No matter how blaring Angel may feel his near frantic scramble at Husk's request may be, it goes completely unmentioned by the tomcat, the time that stretched on past his words happily being used to continue peppering kisses across a fluffy jaw, down Angel's neck and back up to soft lips just in time for an answer to be pressed back into the spider's mouth almost as soon as it left. A happy purr rumbled loudly at that, Husk's tail flicking behind him with a slight gust of air catching the feathers at it's tip. "Perfect."

Apparently not seeing a need to have a safe word of his own, (there was no need to as far as Husk was concerned, not with Angel Anthony) still clothed hips futilely attempted to press into the spider's despite the barriers blocking them, a step or two getting lost in the haze to draw a frustrated growl from the tom.

「 ☆ 」 Startled sound gets caught in his throat when he's abruptly flipped over onto his back, light form softly bouncing at the impact. Briefly pushing the spider against the body hovering above before he sinks into the mattress. Even though he GAVE the order for Husk to take what he desperately desired, it still takes a second for Angel's hazed mind to catch up with the... scenario coming to fruition.

With a shuddering exhale, overheated body graciously accepts the sudden rush of cool air touching him. Fur fluffing at the change in sensations, face blossoms with pink as equally-vivid hues watch the tattered remains of his shirt flutter to decorate the bedspread and floor. Thankfully it was nothing important... Although he makes a mental note to refrain from wearing his good lingerie whenever the Tomcat is in one of his ❛ moods ❜ . Not that there's any guarantee this will happen again.

Despite never having done ANYTHING like this with Husk— not even in his dreams, Angel's mind not kind enough to offer him escapes of that sort —there's something oddly nostalgic about the way the other appreciates his body. Rather than ripping off his skirt too and getting straight down to business ( as Angel had expected ) , the feline decorates his neck. Angling his head back to better offer the sensitive area to his partner, upper arms sprawl above his head while a lower set of hands card fingers through Husk's fur. Claws glide over skin with the promise of eventual marks— should they be wanted —feeling Husk's body move over him.

❝ Fuck... ❞ Angel shakily breathes, squirming slightly beneath Husk as his body angles to push into those claws. Relishing in the intimacy of ❛ danger ❜ being so close... yet so restrained. Even Angel's pleased and testing movements don't cause a single unwanted scratch upon supple skin. As Husk travels lower, hands move from the cat's back to clutch at blankets with an audible RIP, Angel not needing to worry about control. Back arches and chest heaves, soft mewls of pleasure slipping past parted lips. ❝ B-Bo... Oh, Bo~ ❞

Once again hit with a wave of RIGHT as Husk's true name dances off his tongue— a familiarity Angel chalks up to following his instincts —he's abruptly taken out of it by the grip on his chin, the spider blinking with a bleary ❝ Wha- Huh? ❞ as his muddled mind tries to understand the sudden demand. Confusion clouds a lust-addled gaze for longer than Angel would like, it taking a couple breaths before he abruptly responds in far-less sexy of a tone, ❝ Oh, shit. Fuck— Right. ❞

Normally one for improv— preferring it to memorizing the swill thrown at him —Angel blames whatever sick other-worldy fuck thought it'd be funny to FINALLY let something good happen to him, only to then turn it into the most embarrassing moment of his life. Forgetting every word to exist, Angel both knows that safe words can be ANYTHING... and yet also feels an immense pressure crushing his chest at having the next thing out of his mouth be the right one. Feeling like he's making a decision that will follow him forever, he wonders if it's normal to feel this nauseating wave of anxiety at the mere mention of a ❛ safe word ❜ .

Probably not.

Most people probably don't feel this deep-seated SHAME at not having one ready. At never needing one, since it wouldn't be heeded anyway. Sex-toys don't get to decide when the fun is over. He supposes that in this moment, he's more partner than plaything. So ❛ Anthony ❜ should have one, even if Angel Dust never did— ❝ Y'really know how ta put a guy on th' spot. ❞ Angel awkwardly says, needing to fill the air with SOMETHING other than the frantic pounding of his heart. Safe word. Safe word. Safe word. SAFE WORD... What the fuck should he— would he say if he felt ballsy enough to put a stop to what will likely be the ONLY chance he gets to be treated like a person.

That's not helping.

Safe word.

Mouth opening to blurt out some more filler dialogue, eyes widen as it occurs to him. He does have a safe word... The ONE thing that always put an end to uncomfortable or painful situations. That promised respite, however brief those moments. Until now, Angel simply hadn't been allowed to decide when it would be used. ❝ ... Cut. ❞ Word is softly spoken, more to himself than Husk, before Anthony Angel blinks out of his thoughts and back to the present. Speaking TO his partner now, he weakly explains, ❝ If things start feelin' shitty... I'll say ❛ Cut ❜ . ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#tmw ur so horny u forget how pants work #if i had a nickel-- #also fun fact husk is Freeballin because why wear underwear when your dick is normally sheathed lmao #burning-fcols #muse: husker #nsft #vivziepop tw

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Angel had done nothing but give him permission at every turn of a corner, but something snapped in Husk at the demand he do the very thing they've both been waiting for. He's surprisingly quick for a man whose mind may as well be drowning in molasses, Angel being shifted and flipped with a heavy fwump of his back against the bedspread as Husk quite literally tore the shirt from the spider's body and tossed it to the floor. He didn't care about it, about anything else other than the body beneath his, but still he took his time, savoring it in all that was offered, knowing this may never happen again.

Kisses, biting, and plentiful were spread across Angel's neck, the cat being sure to leave his mark as sharp claws ran carefully down his partner's torso. He could hurt Angel, but he wouldn't, not unless he knew it was wanted.

Working his way back up the spider's body, having meandered his way down to narrow hips with a need to kiss every part of Angel he was allowed, those claws stayed gentle despite their firm grip at the other sinner's chin, eyes suddenly serious behind the lust that had blown them wide. "Safe word, now."

「 ☆ 」 Gasping at the bucking of Husk's hips, sound is a soft, stuttering thing from his chest. So unlike the overly-dramatic cries played-up for cameras and demanding directors. Genuine in a way Angel hasn't experienced in— ... he can't remember. It's been so long since sex wasn't tainted with a film of performance, obligation, or resignation. Softly panting, pink flush in his face trails down to his fluffy chest, soft fur rising and falling with each expectant breath.

Gaze flits down to the hands holding his hips with more care than Angel has ever been shown, Husk clearly holding himself back. If he were anyone else, Angel doesn't doubt they'd be in the midst of passion by now... If not already FINISHED, with how eager the spider's partners normally are. Yet he also doesn't doubt that should he so much as IMPLY he was no longer interested, Husk would put an end to things immediately. However nonsensical such an action would be, it's still Angel's to make.

Which only makes him want Husk Bo even more.

❝ You want me, baby? ❞ Upper claws lightly digging into Husk's back, Angel shudders at the feline's admission. Husk's desperate sincerity rushing through him like a drug... Breathing in the cloud of desire surrounding them ( scent of Anthony and Bo mingling together perfectly ) , Angel slowly exhales with a satisfied hum before flashing a grin. Feeling powerful in his willing submission, in the PLEASURE he's promising his partner, eyes glow with a shameless surrender as he says—

❝ Then TAKE me~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #muse: husker #nsft #vivziepop tw

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The touch to his wings only added to the pleasure buzzing beneath his fur, Husk expecting to reach a limit with each corner turned only to find these teasing touches left him pleasantly dizzy, like a night of drinking made for fun instead to forget. Along with it, despite only really knowing what a knot was in that it was the term his mind offered up in that moment, Husk was excited to learn just what it entailed. By the sounds of it, Angel very well knew what was waiting for him, and the feline couldn't help but trust it was just as 'fun' as it was made out to be.

The more Angel talked, the less Husk could even think, the sound of his name leaving the spider's lips sending a shock of pleasure down his spine that had his hips bucking up with a strangled sound getting caught in his throat. "Yes. I- Fuck-" Hands shaking where they gripped at Angel's slender hips, it was clear Husk was hanging on by a mere thread as he started to hand himself over to his instincts as Angel had said, any bit of leftover worry that he might hurt his newfound partner instead melting into the back of his mind like a marshmallow into cocoa, still there despite leaving one's sight, but allowing the situation to become all the sweeter. "Wanna make you mine. Wan' t'...w-want....want you Anthony...-"

「 ☆ 」 Pleased purrs rumble unwaveringly from Angel's chest, growing in volume as bright eyes notice the gentle fluttering of Husk's wings. Taking that as permission, lower hands gingerly trace along the others feathers. Testing the texture, tracing the ridges, toying with them between fingers... Familiarizing himself with a part of Husk that always fascinated him ( what Angel wouldn't give to be able to fly, without the restrictive aid of his webbing ) and he hadn't been able to properly appreciate the one time he came in contact.

Humming as he works, melody is broken by a shake of breath when Husk eases him closer. Biting his bottom lip, a soft whimper still hints the air. Unaccustomed to these brief teases of pleasure, near-accidental in their delivery... Husk is oddly careful in his approach, Angel chalking it up to being uncertain about his body. About dealing with the urges that come with it. But with time, that's bound to slip away into something more familiar. Shoving down the confusing bout of unease at the thought ( he'll be more in his element when it does, able to pleasure Husk better ) Angel focuses instead on something he DOES feel more certain about—

❝ Don' worry, baby... You'll know what knottin' is when it happens. Trust me. ❞ Angel teases, twirling a finger around the tip of Husk's ear. ❝ We'll jus' leave that as a fun li'l surprise~ ❞ Worst-case scenario, if Husk realizes he doesn't want to be chained to him once finished, they can easily amend the situation. Wouldn't be the first knot forced out of Angel before it was time. Hurts like Hell whenever it happens, but pain is preferable to unwanted closeness.

Besides, Angel can't exactly get ❛ bred ❜ if he's not locked in.

❝ Oh? You wanna breed me, Bo? ❞ Angel coos, Husk's real name rolling off his tongue like a sin. Upper limbs move to rest his hands on Husk's shoulders, slowly sliding so arms can wrap around the feline's neck as he playfully says, ❝ You wanna fuck me full'a cute kittens... Y'know, that'd make me yer Queen. If we're talkin' ❛ technical ❜ terms. ❞ One doesn't get thrown at as wide a variety of sinners as Angel does without picking up a thing or two. And he can't be blamed for taking a shine to the name female cats get to claim once the fun is done.

❝ Kinda has a nice ring ta it, don' ya think? ❞ He muses, giving a slow, torturous roll of his hips. So subtle one could argue it wasn't even there... That is, if it wasn't one in a string of many, Angel leisurely grinding against Husk as he purrs, ❝ Me bein' all yers. Claimed by such a big, strong Tomcat. ❞ One who already tried to slice a snake in half for daring to be in the same ROOM as him. If only things were so simple... If only Husk could actually keep others from touching him. 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #nsft #muse: husker

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Wings aflutter at Angel's touch, Husk's breath hitched before letting out an airy chuckle, already having known the answer to his question, but still feeling the need to ask anyways. Leaning forwards now, nose nuzzling at the spider's jaw with an affectionate nudge, the feline sinner was more than pleased to find that Angel smelled like him intermixed with his own pheromones. Not booze, or smoke, or who the hell knows else, but him. Husk didn't know how well he'd measure up to every Tom, Dick and Harry Angel had slept with in his profession, but he was sure he could offer one thing they never did: Consideration. Gentle touches, pushes and pulls a mere suggestion as opposed to a command. The only blood that would be drawn is accidental, tips of claws or teeth snagging at soft skin in the moment, but he would be sure to kiss away any pain that might bring.

"Tellin' me t' mark you, make sure no one else touches ya." A stutter of breath as he did just that, the slight friction found by pulling Angel closer to him a delightful tease to spur him on. "I wanna...I wanna knot you. I'm not even sure what that really means, but fuck-" Hands tightening every so slightly around Angel's hips, wings once again gave a pleased flutter with the thoughts running through his head. "I wanna breed you..."

「 ☆ 」 Steady thumping of Husk's tail sounds like applause to the spider, Angel always one to be urged on by a responsive crowd. Even if that crowd only consists of a single member, already-dazed by the simplest of touches and the mere promise of more... Frankly, this performance ( although it feels wrong to even suggest it is such, since ❛ Anthony ❜ isn't the one who puts on sexual shows for others ) is the most important one Angel has ever been tasked with.

Intent to make that encouraging applause turn into a ROAR of approval, Angel lightly drags a finger along the side of one of Husk's wings. A careful touch— unlike when he brazenly wrapped himself in the feathery appendage —to see just how sensitive they truly are... Angel has fucked a few winged demons, and they normally appreciate a bit of attention. If his suspicions are correct, he may actually see some flapping. Angel is certainly determined to do whatever may be required for it.

This night is all about Husk, after all.

At Husk's question, Angel leans in so his lips are barely brushing the feline's. A tease of what he's been allowed to indulge in and a reassurance that there will be more to come. Eyes aglow with an inviting light, he softly responds— voice dancing the line between a purr and a growl, ❝ Damn right, I do~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#-coughs- #burning-fcols #muse: husker #nsft #vivziepop tw

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Near overwhelmed by every touch the spider offered, Husker can't help but fully sink into Angel now with no more weight being left on his shoulders. His purrs hardly cease, only the occasional hitch of breath or soft, genuine laughter interrupting the low rumble as the moment ticked on. He hadn't realize where one of those practiced hands had gone until a sharp intake of breath got stuck in his throat at the touch to his thigh, something so simple and yet he could feel his body shaking, tail thumping with glee so heavily he swore it rattled the bed.

He melted into the kiss, body near slack as his mind buzzed with the blessed stimulation he hadn't even known he needed. The look on his face when Angel broke the latest kiss, Husk was all but drunk on the spider's affection, eyes hazy as drool wet the fur by his chin while lips upturned into a lazy grin. "You wanna hear what my instincts are tellin' me t' do to you?" It served a dual purpose: Dirty talk to rile Angel up even more, as well as a way to gauge just what Husk was allowed to do, just how much he had to hold back if something wasn't welcome, no matter what those instinct were telling him to do.

「 ☆ 」 Shakily exhaling as Husk says his NAME— sounding like a deep prayer upon the feline's lips —a shudder courses down him in tandem, fur practically fluffing in a wave before settling back into its plush texture... Claws slightly dig into Husk's back without the spider's intention, Angel clinging to his partner with a need for even less space to keep them apart. For the connection cruelly denied by their own fears, desires unfulfilled but so tantalizingly close.

Kissing Husk with a pleading hum, upper hands cup the other man's face, thumbs stroking his soft fur. Reluctantly pulling away when Husk does ( mating call purrs growing a bit louder in protest ) breath comes forth in soft pants. Body grows more impatient by the moment at the prospect of a night spent not as ❛ Angel Dust ❜ but as Anthony... A high that promises to be unlike anything he's experienced, be it in life or death. Ecstasy that he's determined to bring Husk— Bo to as well.

With how long it's been since Husk has partaken in another's company, he feels pretty good about his chances... Ignoring the unfamiliar knot of nervousness settled amongst the WANT burning within, Angel tries to focus instead on the openness of Husk's gaze. A trust bestowed upon him that nearly brings tears to his eyes, Angel's soft laughter not stemmed from amusement ( although it's odd to think of Husk going years without carnal delights ) but the sheer wonder of the moment. Of how something that started with heat-induced panic and loathing, could have spiraled into a swapping of names and an escape from... everything.

Even if it's only for tonight, even if it somehow all goes wrong when it's over— Right now, in the midst of literal Hell... they have the chance to create a Heaven all their own. With a hand cradling Husk's cheek, other one moving to rest on the cat's chest, Angel plants a soft peck to Husk's lips, ❝ All I need you ta do, is enjoy yerself... ❞ Shifting his position on Husk's lap, a lower hand drifts between the feline's legs. As it makes its teasing travel, Angel murmurs against his partner's mouth, ❝ Jus' relax, baby... Yer in good hands. ❞ A light joke, hoping to ease the tension.

With that, Angel starts to teasingly rub between Husk's thighs. Fondling where his prize lies hidden, the spider captures his partner's lips in another kiss. Affection is slow and deep... and an agonizing tease for his long-denied body. Perfect. While one hand diligently works between the cat's legs, other lower limb lightly rakes his claws down Husk's spine. Not leaving marks... but a reminder that he could. An upper arm slung over Husk's shoulder, other hand toys with an ear between nimble fingers. All while Angel whispers in-between kisses as if sharing a grand secret—

❝ Wanna know what's so great 'bout sex? ... Don' matta' what ya are... Jus' let instinct take ova'... an' yer in fer a good time. ❞ A slight nip to Husk's bottom lip with his sharp teeth, Angel grinning as his voice gains a bit of a growl, ❝ An' b'tween you an' me— These bodies fuck WAY betta'... Trust me~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #muse: husker #nsft

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A laugh was huffed into Angel's neck at that, his tail giving a happy thump against the bedspread as he grinned into the fluff. "I like the way you say it..." The smile was clear in his voice, nose nuzzling at Angel's jaw as fingers trailed up his spine and along his ear to bring a happy purr from the cat. Despite the warm fuzzy feeling that had given him, it felt as if he couldn't breathe while he waited for Angel to speak, Husk knowing how special such a thing was, even if not know the exact reason as to why.

He shuddered as words were purred into his ear, wings puffing up before settling back into a seamless sheen as he repeated it back with a reverence unbefitting of hell. "Anthony..." Deep and gravely, Husk leaned back so he could bring their lips to meet once more, his one concern having been sated with just a simple name.

Well, there was one more thing....

"Hey, uh...you're gonna laugh, but..." A nervous laugh of his own, his tail flicking nervously behind him. "I've never done this sort of thing in this body before. Seeing as you'd know what to expect better than me, maybe you should take the reins on this one." A smile with nothing but trust in his eyes, Husker more than willing to be at the spider's mercy. "Jus' tell me what you want me t' do, doll..."

「 ☆ 」 Meeting Husk's purring with an enthusiastic vibration of his own, instinctive mating call mingles with the feline's in a shameless display. Having given in to urges long suppressed, sincere smile meets Husk's as their lips find each other once more. Again... and again... and again; the spider settling comfortably onto Husk's lap with very little prompting. Straddling the other with a content hum, upper hands cup Husk's face while other arms loosely wrap around his lower back.

It had taken time to grow accustomed to such an exorbitant amount of limbs, but they've proved to be quite useful. Moving from the feline's face to toy with one of his ears— gingerly rubbing it between delicate fingers —free hand scritches Husk's cheek as the other nuzzles into Angel's face. All while lower limbs keep his newfound partner ( for the moment, at least ) close. Purring delicately throughout it all, he meets Husk's gesture, noting how the other man's scent settles into his soft fur. One he wants to bathe in... To have overwhelm everything else; be it his natural alluring aroma or the superficial scents Velvette throws at him to test.

But before that can happen, it seems Husk wants to see Angel bared in another way. It takes Angel by surprise, as so many things have of late. Petting faltering for a second before hands resume their gentle affection, hold around Husk subconsciously grows a bit tighter in a search for comfort. Gaze fixated on the opposing wall, brows lower in contemplative silence. Eyes briefly flit down to the back of Husk's head, grateful for the offered faux-privacy. For both their sakes. A hand holds the back of Husk's head, fingers lightly running through his fur in a rhythmic motion.

... Bo's head.

It's odd, thinking of the feline as such... It feels like Angel has stumbled into a dream, yet he can't recall falling asleep. Only that and the unmistakable feeling of Husk's warm form pressed against his own INSISTING that he's awake. Were he dreaming, it would have twisted itself into a nightmare long ago. Entrusted with this piece of who Husk used to be— of who he still is, even if it's forced to be hidden behind layers upon layers of numbing protection —it's only right to offer the same. Even if truthfully, it doesn't feel like enough on his end. His name, precious as it may be, is still as manufactured as ❛ Angel Dust ❜ . Not as well-crafted, Angel having spent far more time in his newer persona. One that, ironically is still far freer than he was in life; despite the... unseen shackles dragging him down.

But... if he HAD to choose a name to start over with, he supposes it's only right that it be the one he had lost. Had valued so little, that he threw it away for promise of more. Of BETTER. A name that never stood a chance at feeling genuine in life, but could be reclaimed in death. However privately... However pettily, Angel offering it to one other soul in Hell. Deciding to trust that things will end up ❛ differently ❜ .

❝ Bo, huh? ... I like it. ❞ Angel murmurs ( testing it on his tongue ) , a lower hand lightly trailing a finger up Husk's spine as he playfully adds, ❝ Can't wait ta scream it later~ ❞ Using the tease as a means of easing into his confession, needing a moment to steady his nerves, a finger lightly toys with a tuft of fur on the tip of Husk's ear. Voice is quieter when he speaks again, shifting from sultry coo to a soft sincerity, ❝ ... If yer gonna be Bo wit' me, I guess it's only fair I tell ya who yer spendin' th' night wit'. Who it is that wants you. ❞ Because he does.

More than he's ever wanted anyone.

Leaning in closer, mouth beside the ear he'd been absentmindedly toying with, he purrs with more genuine tenderness than anyone else is allowed to hear, ❝ Call me Anthony~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #muse: husker #vivziepop tw #suggestive tw

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Far too many seconds ticked by with Husk stuck watching the staggered rise and fall of Angel's chest, that smirk slowly slipping into a nervous smile as he practically watched the thoughts play out over the spider's face in real time. He had almost broken the silence with another round of 'you don't have to do this' style reassurances, only to be cut off by that last things he expected: aggreance.

Grin returning full force at the growled cuss, Husk's mind trailed behind his body just a few steps slower, his hand reaching out to grab Angel by the collar as their lips met with his purring no doubt felt where they connected as he pressed in close.

The purring didn't cease even as they parted, Husk's heart beating so very loud in his chest it drowned out the heavy rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Grin now simply a sweet little smile, Husk leaned in to press another kiss to Angel's lips, and then another, and another, his hands giving a tug where they gripped at his jacket to pull the spider into his lap with hands now on his hips.

Cheek nuzzling into the soft fur about Angel's face, marking him as the feline's, a thought managed to fight it's way to the front of Husk's mind, his voice rough and shaky as he held his desires at bay once again. "I don' wanna call you Angel unless I have to. I was serious before, I want the guy underneath, jus' don't know what to call him." Another nuzzle, Husk's face staying buried in Angel's neck to give the illusion of privacy. "...If it makes it easier, I was Robert before I died, always hated it though. Most people just called me Bo. I...haven't been Bo in a long time..." A part of him missed it, the days when he felt his life had purpose, before he had died before his time, even with the age he had been (all because of a selfless act at that, one he would do all over again if necessary), before he had sold his soul to Alastor, before he had become a husk of his old self.

He hadn't been Bo in a long time, but maybe with Angel, he could try that life again with a fresh start. A start where he didn't have to be alone.

「 ☆ 」 Breath stalls at Husk's response, tight hold around himself growing slack as focus is taken by the feline. Eyes widen with confusion, disbelief... something dangerously-akin to hope. Tongue briefly flits across soft lips, Angel swallowing in kind as his throat becomes unforgivingly-dry. It's hard to tell if it's the ❛ unique ❜ situation— air heavy with the unmistakable scent of WANT and fear —that causes his body to buzz with an underlying energy, a merciless itch beneath his skin. Or if he'd be feeling just as unbalanced no matter when or HOW this conversation happened.

Likely the latter.

In all his years, he's only ever met one other person who could cause his carefully-constructed mask to break so easily. Yet Valentino and Husk are more different than night and day. Cracking with spiderweb fractures that eventually can't handle the strain, shattering and leaving nearly nothing to protect him from Husk's gaze. Brows knit, pink hues study the others face. Trying to find a shred of deception yet oddly, not fully expecting it... Far-fetched as his words seem, it still doesn't make sense for Husk to lie like this. To try and hurt him in this way.

For once, Husk is the one mustering up a smirk while unfiltered emotion settles upon Angel's hesitant face... Appreciated by the spider, even if Angel is in no state to show it. Deafening silence fills the tense atmosphere as Husk finishes his piece, broken to Angel only by the thundering heartbeat in his chest. Fur rises and falls with slow, apprehensive breaths. Lasting no more than a moment or two... It feels like an eternity. Even that isn't enough to fully settle his mind.

❝ ... Fuck it. ❞

With that growled statement— and a leap of faith —Angel hurries over to Husk before cowardice ( or common sense, depending on how generous someone is feeling ) can change his mind. Upper hands cup the others face, bringing Husk closer as lips abruptly press against the feline's in a show of trust. Heat seems to spark from the contact, enveloping Angel's very being in a blaze more potent than Hell could ever hope for. Relief washing over him as the chains he'd been FERVENTLY holding himself back with dissipate into nothing... Only to be replaced with the aching and persistent realization that it's not enough.

Barely pulling back, lips still brush Husk's as Angel softly pants against the other man's mouth. Slightly parted, welcoming... waiting, as heavily-lidded glowing hues flit upward to meet the feline's gaze. The world once again falling into complete stillness as he waits to see whether Husk is willing to make good on his words. 「 ☆ 」

#yeaaahhhh boiiiiiii #burning-fcols #muse: husker #if this is Bad blame it on the fact im avoiding going to bed to write it lmao

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The sudden desperate shout had Husk reeling, eyes blinking and ears pulled back as he tried to make heads or tails of all this. At first he took it as Angel not even wanting to sleep with him for money, but it became clear rather quickly that wasn't quite what was being said here. A part of him wanted to say what he was hearing was nothing but his lust-fuzzed mind turning it into what he wanted to hear, but seeing how much this was effecting Angel, the emotions undeniable on his face, it left him feeling foolish for believing in anything but the truth staring back at him through teary eyes.

"I don't want you to be a job either." Heart thrumming in his ears, it was hard to say if it was the pheromones flowing through his body, or fear at where this conversation would lead them. "I don't want anyone else. I don't even want Angel Dust. I want whatever poor fuck you've been hiding away in there. The real you, not the mask you put on for everyone else." Blush no longer able to be blamed on his current situation, Husk swallowed hard as he attempted a smirk. "Like I said, I'm not gonna make you stay, but I want you to, and if I was a loser, I'd say you wanna stay just as bad." A callback to their little moment that night on the street, the night he got to meet the real Angel like seemingly no one else had. He was a loser, they both were, he knew that, and Angel damn well knew it to.

「 ☆ 」 One would think having some distance between him and Husk would offer clarity to his mind, but it only seems to make the pull towards the other stronger. Yearning for the feeling of fur against his own, of Husk's warmth to return, the feline's purring still merciless within Angel's mind as his chest rumbles in a tender plea for response... for REPRIEVE of the unfair punishment that's been added to Hell. A relief he knows Husk can't give him. Not without betraying everything they've created.

He won't USE Husk in that way... He can't. No matter HOW much the others mere presence is trying to drive Angel's senses crazy; a force more potent than any drug he's been exposed to. ❛ Pure ❜ in a way he's not accustomed. Fueled not by toxins but just as lathered in delusions of escape, with punishment always lurking around the corner. It'll be no different if he gives in to the monster within him. To that vile, desperate creature aching to accept what's being offered to him on a silver platter. No matter the cost to himself... or those around him.

Husk is fighting it... Somewhat. Enough to try and stop from crossing any boundaries Angel may have. A courtesy he hasn't been offered in years... Decades, even. If he can do it, then so can Angel. He'll prove it. To Husk, to himself... to Valentino, even if the moth will never know. They aren't the same. He's NOT broken completely beyond salvation. Even if it doesn't come in the way Charlie hopes, maybe he can still strive for something... Maybe he can still be worth something in this moment.

❝ I don' want yer money, Husk! ❞ Angel blurts out, lower set of arms tightly hugging himself while the upper expand to the sides in desperation. Tears brimming in conflicted eyes, they burn as if made of the frustration bubbling within. Voice breaks, Angel marveling at how he hasn't literally followed suit by now. ❝ I don' want you ta jus' be anotha' JOB... I want— I... ❞ Trembling, outstretched limbs slowly fall to the side, strained words fading as they weakly get caught in his throat.

Why does Husk have to look at him like that... Why does it have to be now. Why does it have to be because of THIS? ❝ It's not that I don' wanna help, 'cause I do. You don' know how BADLY I wish I wasn' jus' standin' here bein' fuckin' useless ta you! ❞ Words lathered with a plea for Husk to believe him, senses start to buzz from the rush of panic-addled adrenaline. Not helping the suffocating feeling from being near the object of his cruel infatuation. He's so close... Always so fucking close. And yet further away than anyone Angel has ever met. Right out of his grasp, all while people Angel couldn't care less about are free to claw into him as they please.

Guess this really is Hell, huh?

❝ But I can't! Not if it means ruinin' one of th' ONLY good things in my shitty life... ❞ Wiping at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it does nothing to free him from the embarrassing display. ❝ Listen... I'll get ya someone else, okay? I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you. But I won' USE you like that. I won' fuck you ova' an' make ya hate me once you can think straight again. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #muse: husker #vivziepop tw

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If any part of Husk knew the purring wasn't just his own, it didn't show, the cat simply rag-dolling in Angel's hold even as he tripped, content to be moved about in whatever way so long as he stayed close to his fellow sinner. It's after he's tossed to the bed that he remembers how to move on his own, eyes giving a bewildered blink as claws dug into the bedspread with a slight pop of threads. Though still a bit foggy, the distance allowed for thought to once again be under Husk's control, it bringing guilt along with it as he was reminded of earlier.

"I...fuck, I just..." Now was no time to try and save face, not when Angel sounded so hurt with what Husk had said. "I didn't wanna do anything you didn't want me to. I don't know how in control I'll be with this bullshit. You get used enough without me adding to it." Just the thought of what Angel goes through in his day to day brought about a boiling rage to sneak past the haze in his head, it letting itself be known with a snarl of sharp teeth.

Eyes squeezing closed, Husker took a steadying breath in through his nose in an attempt to push the anger back down, that proving to be a mistake with Angel still so very near. "I'm not gonna make you stay, but I..." A shaky breath, Husk leaning forwards towards the spider despite his claws tearing the sheets as he tried to keep in place. "I really do need you, Angel..." Face flushed and eyes half open, it could almost be mistaken for one of Val's cheesy porn scripts if the emotion in Husk's voice wasn't so genuine. "I'll pay you, whatever you want, I don't care. Just fucking fix this."

「 ☆ 」 Husk’s purring drew a similar sound from Angel, soft fur vibrating behind the other’s head to join the unwitting melody. Taken off-guard by his body’s betrayal— the sound unfamiliar in the spider’s chest yet feeling natural as breathing in Husk’s scent —he nearly trips, stumbling forward a few steps before he regains his composure; secure hold on Husk tightening, as if afraid of dropping the other despite it hardly being a dangerous fall. Shakily exhaling, demanding purrs from deep in his core don’t cease ( insisting upon feelings that he’s not willing to admit ) , Angel forced to ignore them with a straightening of his back and a shamed flush to his features.

He can only hope that Husk is too distracted by his own rumbles to realize that its not all coming from him…

If anything, the ensuing conversation might help with that. An unintentional, choked sound catches in the back of Angel’s throat at Husk’s claim. Looking down at the cat dangling in his hold, it’d be a comical sight if he wasn’t busy snapping ( words more offended than venomous ) ❝ Yer th’ one who wanted me ta leave, asshole! ❞

Last he checked, ❛ get the Hell away from me ❜ didn’t leave much room for interpretation.

Rolling his eyes with a groan, he shuts the door behind him for a semblance of privacy and stalks his way to Husk’s bed. ❝ An’ you don’ need me. What ya NEED is ta fuckin’ cum. ❞ Huffily tossing Husk onto the mattress, not too forcefully… but enough to show that he’s still irritated even in his concern. What is it with these people and being so good at frustrating him while also making him worry to double-death? Must be a requirement to stay in the hotel. Crossing his upper arms, lower hands rest on his hips as he looks down at the troubled feline, ❝ Normally, me an’ that would go hand in hand. ❞ Or dick-in-hand. Or dick-in-mouth. Or wherever Husk decided.

Angel isn’t picky.

Any ❛ pickiness ❜ he had was taught out of him years ago.

❝ But ya made it clear you ain’t int’rested. An’ that don’ jus’ go away ‘cause yer dick is dyin’. ❞ Bending forward a bit during the latter part, a finger points down while Angel’s gaze remains firmly up. Meeting Husk’s eyes, expression is serious… but softer, tone following suit as he explains, ❝ Look. I’m not gonna leave ya ta fend fer yerself. I’m gonna help, best I can… an’ that means makin’ sure you don’ do anythin’ you’ll regret. ❞ It’s the LEAST Angel can do, after everything Husk has done for him. 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #muse: husker #vivziepop tw

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Though his question went unanswered, Husk seemed to accept the dodge with a short hum, it hard to say if it was an actual shrug of it off, or if his mind simply couldn't compute it for what it was at that moment. With the deft fingers scratching under his chin, the low purr from before turned near deafening as it grew, it no doubt able to be felt in Angel's own chest where Husk leaned back into it with eyes no falling contently closed.

"The one time I actually need you, and you're gonna leave me." It...was almost sad as it was said, the cat making no effort to move from Angel's hold despite now being in the safety comfort of his room. "Guess that proves everything was bullshit." It proved that Angel didn't actually want him.

「 ☆ 」 Exhaling heavily when Pentious takes the unsubtle hints and leaves, Angel’s hold around Husk relaxes. Not enough to drop the feline, merely less constrictive and more comfortable. Shifting the slack body in his arms, he starts making his way toward the hallway where the residents' rooms are located, intending to carry the cat there while he still has the chance. He barely managed to keep Husk from wriggling free earlier even with the assistance of three arms.

❝ Uh... I'll tell ya 'bout it lat'r. ❞ Angel dodges the question, figuring that Husk has enough to deal with. Instead he opts to try and keep the feline at ease with a hand gingerly scratching under Husk's chin. KeeKee seems rather fond of it, so hopefully he will be too. Grateful the other has reached a lull in his earlier panic— enough to not freak out over being so close to the man he'd wanted to get the Hell away from —heels hastily click their way to Husk's room. He's so close... Just a little further.

❝ Right now, we're jus' gonna get you ta yer room where there's no otha' nosey fucka's around. ❞ Angel mutters, more to himself than for Husk's benefit. ❝ A few toys an' films, you'll be right as rain. ❞ Hopefully... Worst case scenario, maybe he can see how Husk feels about hiring some professional help. But Angel's stomach twists warily at the prospect. It doesn't feel RIGHT to have Husk make decisions like that when in conditions like this— be it high-strung or faux-drunk. Not without knowing what his preferences are WITHOUT a clouded mind.

Is he the type to be into casual sex? Just because he never took up Angel's offers doesn't mean he might not with someone if he actually saw them as desirable... This would be so much easier to handle if Husk WANTED him. Then he wouldn't be stuck feeling so fucking useless. Shaking off the self-loathing at failing to offer the one thing that could really help— that he should be able to —Angel heavily sighs before pushing open the door to Husk's room. At least things can't get any worse... 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #muse: husker #vivziepop tw

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No matter how protective bloodthirsty he had suddenly become, there was still a part of Husk's frazzled mind that knew to not hurt Angel, his claws still unsheathed, but careful not to prick into the spider's arm where one gripped tightly at a wrist. The other swatted at the air between them and Pentious despite being held at bay, though it was tough to say for how long that hold would last with how much Husker wiggled and writhed with a snarl at his lips.

He seemed to calm however, when his head was pet, that hiss filled growl slowly winding down into a rhythmic purr as he went near slack in Angel's hold. He wasn't focused on the conversation, too busy trying to nuzzle into the touch stroking at his fur. Eyes falling lidded, the sinner wouldn't come back to himself until after the threat Pentious was gone from both sight and scent, hazy eyes left blinking doefully as he turned out of the soft fluff he had nuzzled into when Angel had first turned. "What...just happened?" He almost sounded drunk, words slow and slurred as he came halfway back to himself, either too fuzzy or too tired to protest to his current...position.

「 ☆ 」 It’s hard to be angry at someone so clearly in distress… So Angel settles for frustrated instead. But even that is quickly slipping while watching Husk panic on the ground. Expression softening into something more akin to worry— Angel praying it doesn’t come across as pity, if only for the other’s pride —tense posture loosens, the clenching of his fists giving way. Husk clearly isn’t in his right mind, barely holding it together against the instinctive assault.

Sucking in a deep breath— fighting ignoring the musk that threatens to choke him ( difficult as it’s getting the longer he’s exposed to Husk ) —he slowly exhales before firmly saying, ❝ Alright, Kitty. Let’s get ya somewhere more comf’rtable. ❞ He doubts Husk would appreciate anyone else witnessing this scene. Might mess up the stoic schtick he has going on.

People who rely on ❛ bullshit ❜ have to look out for each other.

But he’s barely able to take a step in Husk’s direction before things go from fucked to worse. The type of life Angel has led tends to instill instincts, and they scream for him to step to the side as soon as he notices the change in Husk's posture. Not because he thought Husk would hurt HIM, but to make it easier for the feline to reach whatever threat was approaching from behind. Turning on his heel to face a threat Angel's mind hasn't even fully processed— going off the muscle memory of someone who's been forced to put his trust and life in the hands of others many times; as one does when in the ❛ Family Business ❜ —learned aggression gives way to realization and a hasty grab at the lunging male.

❝ Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck— ❞ Angel hastily mutters as four arms wrap around Husk before he can think better of it, all focus taken by trying to keep Pentious from getting ripped to shreds. Clutching the cat, complexion flushes a pink that trails down to the fluffy chest cushion pressing into the back of Husk's head. Being in such close proximity making the spider grow warm... But not the usual raging heat that he'd expect from a purely pheromone-based problem. This warmth in his chest, his face, his— everything... feeling unwittingly comfortable. Or it WOULD be if he wasn't so vividly aware of how uncomfortable a situation it is.

Three arms securely hold Husk— Angel figuring there's no going back from it now, so he might as well commit —while one hand pets the top of the cat's head in what he hopes is a soothing gesture. ❝ Sorry 'bout that, he's uh— ... Well, don' worry 'bout it. I got it handled. ❞ Angel reassures a bewildered and thankfullyunharmed Pentious, hoping the incident can get swept under the rug before any more attention is brought to Husk's ❛ condition ❜ . When the serpent opens his mouth to protest— or perhaps inquire what's wrong, Angel doesn't offer enough time to be sure —the spider snaps, ❝ I said it's fuckin' handled! ❞

Twisting his spine to protectively angle Husk further away from Pentious ( holding the other man even firmer against him )— whether it's for the snake's sake or the sexually-frustrated feline's, is uncertain —hand stops petting to subconsciously rest atop of Husk's head. ❝ Now slitha' somewhere else b'fore he tries ta cut one'a yer dicks off again. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#rip pentious your sacrifice will not be forgotten #muse: husker #burning-fcols

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So caught up in trying to remember how to breath without the intoxicating allure calling him in where it radiated off the spider, Husk missed just how his words had been taken, as an insult instead of the concern they truly were. Eyes squeezing shut as his claws came up to dig painfully into the fur about his head, Husk felt an irritated, rather catlike growl rumble up from his chest as his mouth took off without his mind. "That's- That's not what I fucking meant!" Though still sounding afraid, his tone seemed different than before, desperate in a new way as frantic hands knocked his hat to the floor as they pawed at his ears. "It's not you I'm worried about- Why the fuck does it keep doing that!?" Once again sent lunging after his tail as it curled about the spider's leg, the question sounded desperate despite Husk already knowing the answer.

His next series of would be complaints died in his throat where another growl revved to life, this one sounding far more feline than even the last one had. Nose twitching with suddenly feral looking eyes, Husk was on his feet before Sir Pentious could fully round the corner, the slithery inquiry about the rukussss quickly cut short by a scream as the cat lunged past Angel to claw at the snake with a hiss and an aggravated flick of his tail, a tail that now wrapped about Angel's waist with the advantage of this new distraction.

「 ☆ 」 Angel wishes he was fucking with Husk... It'd be a lot less uncomfortable than watching Husk struggle with his own body turning against him. Trapped in a Hell of overwhelming urges, Angel knows how confusing and infuriating it can be. Maybe he's drawing unnecessary parallels— although Angel has a fair amount of PERFECT comparisons to draw from too —but the empathy gripping his chest is hard to shake off. Thankfully, Angel doesn't want to... Not when it comes to one of the few people who would actually offer the same.

❝ You ain't been soba' since ya got here? Shit babe, how much liqua' have you been poundin' back... ❞ He can't help but bewilderingly question, not that he's in any position to judge. Besides, it's IMPRESSIVE if nothing else— in a sad sort of way. Though, Husk is still probably doing better than him. Hopefully. At least his escape is sought within bottles, instead of the vast and unpredictable array of poisons Angel has been relentlessly shoving into himself since before death.

Leaning back on the bartop, he cocks his head and studies Husk as he comes to terms with this new information. From the cloud surrounding the other, Angel doesn't doubt it's utter Hell to endure. He's only breathing in the second-hand tension and it's making Angel's... instincts attempt to engage. Thankfully, he's got a steady grip upon them. Even if his naturally-intoxicating aroma— one of the ❛ perks ❜ of being a seductive spider, he supposes —perfumes him in a beckoning display. One that has gotten him in as much trouble as it has given opportunities. Keeping it in mind, he decides the safest bet would be to isolate Husk in his room until the worst is over. A few pornos and sex toys should keep him from double-dying with frustration.

But before he can suggest it, he's taken aback by Husk's terrified reaction. Stumbling back with a startled ❝ Fuck! ❞ at the chaos that ensues in so little time, Angel nearly falls as well. Catching himself on the edge of the bartop, chest heaving as adrenaline floods his system, wide confused eyes focus on the flailing feline... Briefly breaking away to glance at the tail curling around his leg, before they refocus on Husk with a sharp glow. Claws dig into the counter with an audible scratch, Angel straightening his spine with an intake of breath. Fist clenched at his side, it faintly trembles despite his voice being bitter and steady as ever, ❝ Calm th' fuck down, Husk... No need ta get yer dick in a twist. ❞

Angel doesn't make any moves toward Husk, not wanting to invade his space and prove himself to be whatever perverted, opportunistic monster is assumed. Shakily forcing down the heaviness in his chest as he looks down upon the pathetic sight, Angel tries not to take offense at how unbearable the idea of fucking him apparently is... Not that he hadn't already KNOWN. Therein lies the true insult. That Husk thinks he'd take advantage of this vulnerable state and wouldn't do everything he could to ensure the other man doesn't make a decision he'd regret.

❛ Thanks fer th' vote of confidence, asshole. ❜

❝ I'm not gonna DO anythin'... So stand th' Hell up so I can get ya somewhere safer than th' goddamn floor. Yer in no condition ta be fuckin' around in here. ❞ Looking around as if expecting threats to climb out of the walls— so used to being swarmed when in a similar situation, it's hard to shake off the paranoia trying to grip him when seeing Husk this way —hurt venomous glare settles into a more resigned irritation. Now isn't the time to wallow in damaged feelings. ❝ Once yer settled in yer room, I'll get ❛ th' Hell away from you ❜ ❞ Angel adds with a roll of his eyes, mocking the other as he parrots the panicked demand. 「 ☆ 」

#:3c #sorry pentious is for the Gay #burning-fcols #muse: husker #its 4am btw #they have Captivated me hdask

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Though starting up his pacing once he was through lamenting his woes, it didn't last very long with how serious Angel had suddenly become. No flirtations, no postering or posing, clearly this wasn't something that was going to make him happy. Nose scrunched as he listened, a slow, foggy mind kept any snappy retort on his tongue, it all processing after the spider stood with the blunt statement that had Husk reeling.

"Are you fucking with me?" Please be fucking with him. "That's bullshit, do you know how long I've been down here? I've never had this problem before now!" A glance to the sad, empty bar behind Angel had things clicking into place, Husker giving a dramatic groan as he pinched his brow with an annoyed flutter of his wings. "Fucking, goddamn- I ain't been sober down here neither. I swear to fuck, if that's why...I'm...." Having stepped closer to Angel to lean on the bar top, there had been a sudden shift in the air, one that left the demon's body somehow even warmer than before as he followed his twitching nose towards-

"Oh fuck-" Fearful was his exclamation, his voice cracking as he tried to quickly back away from his fellow sinner, only to trip over a bar stool with a loud crash as it and his back hit the floor. "You- Fuck! You need to get the hell away from me!" Wide eyed and breathing growing heavy, Husk's tail gained a mind of it's own to wrap about Angel's ankle, only to suddenly be yanked away while the cat tried to regain his composure. "Right the fuck now!"

Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#and sir snake bitch gets nearly Mauled in five...four...three...two.... #fhskdafh #muse: husker #burning-fcols #vivziepop tw

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Even if Kazuichi hadn't confirmed it, Gundham knew that he was the first and hopefully the only person the mechanic had ever been intimate with, but perhaps it wasn't obvious in the way Kaz would have thought. It wasn't inexperience that gave it away, Kaz was of course new to almost all forms of even casual intimacy, but even the most seasoned of partners Gundham had been with could find hugs and hand holding difficult, let alone kisses and more...direct touches to their bodies. No, Gundham knew because of how guarded Kazuichi had been, had always been, with him, their friends, even strangers knowing very little of the bright sunspot of a man if they drew too close. The neon was deceptive, a beacon with that hopes people would be too blinded to truly look upon it. Gundham was much the same himself, albeit at the opposite end of the spectrum; seeking to blend into the darkness with the hopes of remaining unseen by the masses instead. Kazuichi had been so bright, he had even blinded himself, while Gundham had been so trapped in the dark, he had lost his way. They both simply stumbled about in life thinking themselves content to be lost so long as it kept others from seeing them. It was inevitable, really, that they would eventually cancel each other out, brightness lighting up the dark to show its true comforting nature to the world, and dark in turn dimming the light to something that could be gazed upon with the reverence it deserved.

Tears aren't wiped away as Gundham felt them slip under his fingertips where they held Kazuichi's cheeks, but instead they're left to pool under his touch until kisses could be pressed along the trails they left. They were welcomed, encouraged. Not dismissed with simply being wiped away, but left to dry where they were smeared onto his skin by Gundham's smiling lips as he waited for Kazuichi to find his words.

"Hm...sometimes, yes, it can hurt, but the pain is fleeting, should we take our time, which I fully intend to do with you." His eyes were soft, sincere with their reassurances as he gazed down at his lover. "I will be as careful as I can, and should you wish to stop at any point, we will, alright?" Suddenly serious, Gundham made sure Kazuichi was looking at him, really looking at him with a hand gently gripping his chin. "Kazuichi, I need you to understand this: I will stop at any point, if it is what you desire. I will not be upset, no matter what. My pleasure and enjoyment stems from your own; I need you to promise me you will speak up about anything you do not enjoy, alright?"

#muse: gundham tanaka #suggestive tw #not-bcring

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Open RP - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

"'Suck my dick' wasn't a playful quip, it was an order. Now get on your fucking knees before I put you down my damn self."

#muse: fuyuhiko kuzuryu #suggestive tw #open rp

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Call my muse a dirty slut or filthy whore for their reaction.

#pfft eyup this goes here #ask memes #nsft

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Send "so what's this for?" to find one of my muse's sex toys in their drawer!

(feel free to specify the kind of toy that was found)

#ask memes #nsft